Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Hmmm.
I yelled out, “Be careful, David! The Butler is learning your moves! Switch it up!”
I didn’t think David heard me because David went for him in the same way.
Giorgio dodged fast and threw a terrifying uppercut to David’s jaw. It was so loud, I touched my own chin as if I could feel the hurt.
Goddamn it.
David recovered quickly and threw a swift punch to Giorgio’s temple, but missed.
Shit.
I groaned.
Then, David threw a jab and Giorgio responded with a quick left.
Maxwell slowly circled around them.
David punched left.
Giorgio was able to slip away from it and land an uppercut to David’s chin.
I couldn’t tell if he was playing David, or if he was genuinely that good.
Maxwell shook his head. “Damn, this is a good betting fight. I really wish we put money down on this.”
I gritted my teeth. “Just focus on the fight!”
David growled and threw a roundhouse that should have taken Giorgio’s fucking head off, but the Butler darted to the side.
Son of a bitch.
The fierce fight continued.
I hated to admit it, but Giorgio was fast and skilled. Thankfully, my number one was stronger or I might have jumped in.
Perhaps, we should have done Russian Roulette, and I only fill Giorgio’s gun.
David backed up and spit blood on the carpet.
Giorgio looked at that liquid glob and appeared sick.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot.
I smirked. “David, use the germ stuff against him!”
Giorgio widened his eyes in horror and glanced my way.
I tipped an imaginary hat at him.
“Not a bad idea.” David spit blood on his fists.
“Oh no.” Giorgio edged away. “Absolutely not. Maxwell, this is against the rules.”
“Eh, man.” Maxwell shrugged. “Spit on the hands is a fair fight.”
Giorgio got behind Maxwell as if hiding from David. “One milliliter of saliva contains 100 million microbes!”
“Man, I don’t know about all of that.” Maxwell rushed away as David charged in that direction.
Giorgio slipped around Maxwell, still pleading with him. “Stop the fight. There are deadly viruses!”
“What?!” Maxwell held his hands up in the air. “Hold on. Stop the fight. Just chill for a minute, David.”
Grinning, sweat dripped down the sides of David’s face as he staggered back to the Brotherhood side.
“Alright.” Maxwell turned to Giorgio. “What are you saying?”
Giorgio wiped blood and sweat off his forehead. “Viruses responsible for diseases such as hepatitis and others reside in the saliva. I am talking Herpes simplex types 1 and 2, Epstein-Barr virus, Cytomegalovirus, and Kaposi syndrome, and let us not forget papillomaviruses, Ebola, Zika—”
“Eh, man.” Maxwell kept his hands in the air. “You think David has all of that?”
“Of course.” Giorgio bobbed his head. “Think of all the women that have sucked him off. He is drenched in all of them.”
David spat on his fist again. “And I plan to give it all to you.”
Terrified, Giorgio stared back. “Maxwell, make him wash his hands. This is ungodly and—”
“Yo, we’re not washing hands in the middle of a brawl!” Maxwell waved his hands. “Just kick that motherfucker’s ass. You have the gloves on.”
Giorgio pointed at David. “He cannot touch me or I may actually kill him, by accident.”
Maxwell glanced over his shoulder. “Thoughts?”
“We do not leave until we have a winner.” I took another hit of the joint. “And no one is washing their hands.”
“By the way, you can keep that joint now. I don’t want any of those viruses.” Maxwell turned back to the men. “Alright, fellas. You heard the Lion. A fight is a fight. Even though David has. . .turned the shit a bit nasty. Let’s go.”
“What’s next?” Giorgio glared at David. “Will he take his cock out and start pissing on me? Are we not gentlemen? Is there no honor?”
Some of my men barreled over with laughter.
David headed forward. “There is no honor here, Butler.”
“Apparently.” Giorgio gritted his teeth and raised his gloved fists.
Maxwell clapped his hands. “Round two. . .kind of.”
With a roar David barreled into Giorgio, slamming them both onto the ground.
They rolled around, punching and slapping, kicking and even biting.
Everyone rushed forward for a better view.
Somehow Giorgio got David into a chokehold.
Fuck!
David’s face turned red. His body twitched.
Maxwell clapped his hands. “Eh, not to the death, man.”
Giorgio didn’t loosen his grip.
One of the French shouted, “Kill him!”
That caused one of my men to charge for the guy who shouted it, starting another fight in the corner.
The crowd divided into trying to watch both fights at the same time.
What the hell is going on?
“Not to the death, man.” Maxwell batted Giorgio’s arm. “Let him go.”
Giorgio released David’s neck.
Gasping, David rolled onto his back and did his best to recover.
Thank God.
Giorgio panted and brushed off his chest as if trying to get germs away.
Maxwell is right. This may get us nowhere.
David leaped onto Giorgio.
They returned to grappling on the floor.
I could tell both of their strength was depleting.
I may have to secretly kill Blue. Would my mouse survive it? Would Lunita come out?